R.E. Slater - The Garden of Eden

The Garden of Eden

by R.E. Slater

The garden of Eden has fallen about

with no tending hands to help it out...

Ontic debris lay in it's heaps and ruins

and nowhere was found a sweep or a groom...

The Ancient of Days had left psychic moons

where all was kept singing fine tunes...

Of ancient dogmas sans deepening wisdoms

 astride lost fertile grounds of heavenly keep...

High gallants raged in much fiercer songs

loosing thereupon their hellish throngs...

Years have passed and years have gone

where nothing could strive across harsh noise...

Nor lift up hope nor grant resolve

in kingdoms come and kingdoms gone...

The hush and quiet of spelled worlds

was all was left to Eden's eerie silence...

Nestled within distant dells or meadows rung

on the wings of dawn's red dewy morns...

Yet 'listing ears had caught its distant roars

as passages came and passages went...

Drawing doubtful doubters gathering 'round

deep forest glens echoing lifting songs...

Of lost men and women, boys and girls

renewing to creation’s balance and rhythms...

Multipart harmonies reverberating eternity

enlightening, enraptured, creation's atoning soul...

Against all that was silent, deaf, and mute

to nurturing moments of remnant ways...

Tattered lives awash grand mythic sophistries

jigging a piper tune's to glistening hypocrisies…

Thus and thus life came and went

forgotten, untended, and fled afar...

Great lands were lost astride magnificent ruins

mourning the silences moving round and round...

Yet one may hear enlivening presence

if mending fallen Eden's concrescing breath....

It comes every morning upon the dawn of each heart
and there stays forever whenever embraced.

R.E. Slater

September 10, 2020

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